Sometimes you have to return to the place where you began, to arrive at the place where you belong.
It’s the early 1970s. The town of Ringgold, Georgia, has a population of 1,923, one traffic light, one Dairy Queen, and one Catherine Grace Cline. The daughter of Ringgold’s third-generation Baptist preacher, Catherine Grace is quick-witted, more than a little stubborn, and dying to escape her small-town life.
Every Saturday afternoon, she sits at the Dairy Queen, eating Dilly Bars and plotting her getaway to Atlanta. And when, with the help of a family friend, the dream becomes a reality, she immediately packs her bags, leaving her family and the boy she loves to claim the life she’s always imagined. But before things have even begun to get off the ground in Atlanta, tragedy brings Catherine Grace back home. As a series of extraordinary events alter her perspective–and sweeping changes come to Ringgold itself–Catherine Grace begins to wonder if her place in the world may actually be, against all odds, right where she began.
Intelligent, charming, and utterly readable, Looking for Salvation at the Dairy Queen marks the debut of a talented new literary voice.
I'm not certain where I saw the cover for this book. Let's be honest, covers draw me in. I shouldn't be so superficial, I know, because even books with fugly covers can be great reads. But I don't want to discuss the merits of good or bad covers; I want to talk about this book.
I LOVED IT!!!!
So much, in fact, that I gave it to my mother-in-law and made her read it. Truth be told, I think she would have done so after she read the back cover. She too was a young girl itchin' to get away. And while I never had Catherine Grace Cline's ambition to leave and never return, I always wanted to see what life would be like in the big city like Knoxville...or Athens.
Mrs. Gregg Gilmore, if you're Google yourself, this is my fan letter to you.
There wasn't a moment of this book I couldn't empathize with, despite the fact I wanted to laugh along with Catherine Grace's trials and tribulations. Now, my daddy wasn't a called from God preacher, but he could certainly spit his version of the gospel at you when there was Crown and Coke in his glass. We had one Dairy Queen -- 40 minutes away in Lenoir City until they built one by the mall -- and it was a rare treat to drive there for a chocolate-dipped cone.
And the characters... They law! (I am not a 'they law' person by nature, which only proves I'm turning into my grandmama.) Every one is memorable. Every one is loveable. Every one is flawed (with the exception of Martha Ann perhaps).
From the bottom of my small town, southern country girl's heart (and my mother-in-law too, though she grew up in Memphis), THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!

